The Black Cat

Chapter 4 Cold Run

"Wait! Trisa! Where are you going girl?"

I didn't even turn around to answer the question. I didn't even answer her question at all. If it wasn't obvious then...never mind.

I quickly turned the corner head butting the base of a metal stop sign. I hissed as I tried to configure my sight correctly, but everything kept going. I yowled as I dizzily tried to continue, but with little success.

I looked up and only focused on a light in the very distance. I stared at it as I took one step and then another.

"Trisa! Trisa?" Velma Markson called furiously, but everytime with a little bit more fear.

At this point I could see straight agian and I slowed down my pace as I set my eyes on a creature waiting in a mouth of a alleyway near the back of a bakery. I searched the small silhouette and the being became clearer and clearer as I got closer.

The fat brown and grey cat glared down at me from the top of a dark green dumpster. His glowing caramel eyes shined the most about him in the dim back light. He said nothing as I approached him, but I couldn't help tensing up as I came closer to him.

"Are you going to keep staring?" I hissed while trying to sound dangerous.

He streched out and hopped down from the dumpster. He didn't even cast me a second glance as he gingerly strolled down the alleyway.

I didn't mind him after he jumped off the dumpster, I had somewhere to be.

I watched the action from the limb of a tree. There seemed to be hundreds of people on the scene. Down below all I could hear where the constant yelling or whispers of the police.

It almost seemed impossible to fit so many into such a crowded area but it was so. In the most calmest of areas, there now were hundreds of people in the square waiting for an answer or keeping one.

"Rayne?" a loud frantic woman shouted.

Below me I could see a woman dressed in buisness suit quickly searching the crowd of bystanders for a person that was once at her side.

My eyes were stuck on her and I followed her from above in the tree. She cut through the crowd yelling the name Rayne. Her long sliky black hair whirled around like a tornado as she kept spinning. I purred curiously and fixed my eyes to something she dropped in her attack.

"Hey look," a small voice whispered below me. I quickly turned to a group of small boys collected under me. "Hey! One stone, one cat!"

Before I could even respond a rock was projected directly into my side causing me to lose balance on the thin branched tree. I fell down. I fell down far enough to shortly paralyze myself, but not far enough to be hurt. Cats were supposed to land on their paws...those lies.

Before I could even manage to pick myself up I was proded with a sharp stick. I hissed at the orange haired boy and swiped at his open ankle.

The boy immediately dropped the stick and started to bawl loudly. He cried loud enough to draw attention and to draw disgust at me.

I ignored them and set my eyes on what the crazy woman dropped from her bag. Keys. One silver, two brownish, and one blue. I swiped them up and cradled the ring in my mouth as I quickly ran through the legs of unknowing people.

I was proud as I made it to an opening on the other side of the square.  I had been kicked once and my tail was stepped on twice. Everything seemed easier after a couple of minuets. After a while the people stopped speaking. While a few words were still heard, I heard nothing more.

The woman's voice had died down now that I noticed. Everything was still in the small square and collection of people. Odly so, I turned around around to answer my question of why.

If there is one thing I have learned from these people today, it is their love for suspension. Even if they don't want it, they want it. Those in the far back without out sight were the most curious of them all.

The panicing woman was on the ground. She was crowded by a hoard of men in orange and white. One checked her neck while others pulled out a bed from truck on the other end of the square.

Drama. The humans now adays loved it.

I turned around and quckly rushed up the narrow streetway and to the left into a even smaller street way.

If I was lucky I would be able to make it downtown fast enough before day comes. I needed rest and these keys, that the woman dropped, were oddly suspicious.

I sighed.

"To think all of dis started becase I was hungary," I mumbled to myself around the key ring in my mouth.